Page 17 of Pike

“Maybe you could look for a job,” I suggest. He chuckles and walks into the bathroom, grabbing the back of my hair and pulling until my head snaps back. I messed up by saying that.

“You think I need a job?”

“I was just saying, Blake. What we do can get dangerous. Like last night. We don’t know those guys or what they’ll do to us,” I tell him.

“They won’t do shit to you. You’re a woman.”

“I don’t think that means much to them,” I tell him as he keeps my head pulled back. He raises his hand and slowly wraps it around my neck before squeezing.

“You trying to get out of our deal? Are you trying to go back on the deal we made?” I try to shake my head, but the hold he has on me is strong.

“No,” I rasp.

“I think you are. Do you need a reminder of the hell I pulled you out of? I could toss your ass back on the street and leave you homeless again. Would you like that, Feather? To be a nobody whore all your life?” Tears spring to my eyes as I shake my head slightly. He releases me, and I slowly lift my head.

“I was just thinking out loud, Blake.”

“Well, don’t. You have no business talking. You do what the hell you’re told to do. In fact, I might make you quit this little nursing job. It’s giving you a mouth,” he snaps at me. I shake my head frantically. I can’t lose my job. I can’t.

“I have to work, Blake. It’s why you paid for me to go to school.”

“And? I need you to work for me more than you need that job,” he tells me. My heart sinks in my chest, and my stomach feels like it’s about to bottom out. There’s no way he can do this to me. He can’t force me to do this.

“Please don’t make me quit, Blake. I’m begging you.” I turn to face him, ready to do anything he wants as long as he doesn’t take that one piece of sanity away from me. My job is all I have. He smirks at me and shoves me to my knees in front of him. I know what he’s about to do, and I gladly accept it. He grabs the front of his pants and rips them down his legs before grabbing his cock in his hand and stroking it. He tugs on it before slapping my lips with it. I know what to do. I slowly part my lips, and he thrusts into my mouth. I want to gag. I want to pull away, but I can’t. I know what will happen to me if I do. So I stay on my knees, sucking his cock like a good girl. My stomach recoils as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. It doesn’t take long for him to finish, but I don’t move until he pulls out of my mouth, and I hear the front door slam. Then I rush to the toilet, bend over, and throw up. I hate him. I hate what he’s done to me.

I stay hugging the toilet seat for a long time. I can’t seem to drag myself up when I hear a noise. I ignore it thinking he came back when I hear that voice again.

“Jailbait.” Now I jump off the floor and stand to my feet, turning to come face to face with Pike. What the hell is he doing here? How does he know where I live? Does he know about Blake?

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“I make house calls, Jailbait. You know when someone steals somethin’ from you, and you want it back? You go in search of them.”

“I didn’t steal anything.”

“I know you did. My guys know you did. And they aren’t very happy you stole as much as you did.”

“I guess they’ll have to get over it,” I tell him, trying to stand my ground. I hate this. I hate what I did to him, but there’s nothing I can do about that now.

“Get over it? They want their shit back.” His voice sends a chill down my spine.

“I don’t have it.”

“You do have it. And if we have to come in here and rip this goddamn place apart to find it, well, we will, Jailbait. You fucked with the wrong club on the wrong day.” Just the way he says it sends a hand of ice wrapping around my spine. This is bad. This is beyond bad. And now he knows where I live.

“Feel free. There’s nothing here.” I would know. I’m the one who had to put the shit in the storage unit. It’s like a fucking trophy for Blake to keep that stuff. I think it’s trouble, yet he has a whole storage unit full of shit we’ve stolen.

Pike sighs, running his hand through his hair before stepping toward me. I want to run away. I want to hide, but there’s nowhere to go. So I stand still with my held high.

“I can deal with a lot of things, Jailbait. Death. Destruction. Fighting. But the one thing I hate the most is a liar. Lies do nothin’ but create more problems. It’s best to just spit the truth out at the very beginnin’ and get it all over with.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and I can’t help but look at the way the muscles move in his arms.

“I didn’t take anything.”

“You did, and I know you did. You know you did. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, Jailbait.”

“What’s the easy way?”

“You run and grab our shit, and I walk out of here with no repercussions.”

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